Poetry · Writing

Talking Points

Blood has been drawn.

Words echo through the Chambers for

eternity. Your apologies

matter not in this duel.
Match volume for volume

scream from the top of our covers

Blood has been drawn.

Your words will never leave
this cavity. Somber sleeps have

ceased. Our suite is no longer

sweet. And now

we rest our voice for
tomorrow’s screech.

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